ther story for another day.
             Although there are memories that I could reflect upon that are too numerous to mention, the last cycle of life is one that we will share with a friend, loved one, or experience personally at some point in our life. Death is the number one life-changing event (T.S. Holmes and T.H. Holmes 1970), which we will experience. The final year of the last stage of the life cycle for my grandfather began in the spring of 1999. My grandfather complained quite a bit about the many body ailments that he claimed to have experienced. There were times when I thought he was a hypochondriac. My grandfather and I became very close during his final year of existence. We belonged to the same church, and most of the time, he would accompany me to church. This was perhaps safer for him and for every unsuspecting driver that he met on the highway. The first time I concluded that something was wrong with my grandfather happened to be at church one Sunday. Upon attempting to stand up, he s!
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